I didn’t know I was looking for you, but I was, ” he whispered.

There was nothing else in the entire universe, nothing but the two of them together. Her curves, his angles. Her light, his darkness. Her softness, his exquisitely aching hardness. Male. Female.

Stop looking at my mouth.” His eyes darkened, as she saw his pupils dilate. He mouthed back, just as silently. “What if I don’t want to stop looking at your mouth?

His true nature, leopard, knight, and prince…“Just as you see the Wyr in me, I see the Djinn in you.

Why use a sledgehammer when a butterfly net will suffice?

Football teams that lost their matches can have many other chances to play in successive seasons

Accept me for who iam or leave me the the way iam, for a true image of God needs no Photoshop and the core of who i real am has no settings

We determine whether a book is for boys or girls long before the reader gets a chance to decide: we package them with soldiers and ballet slippers on their covers, war machines and glittering gowns.

There are loads of bands I'd love to produce.

There is the world that should be and the world that is. We live in one and must create the other.

Science is still only a candle glimmering in a great pitch-dark cavern.

Pulls readers in with an ironic, breezy portrait of sinister high school competitiveness. Deft and extraordinarily accomplished.

I like fantasy. I like horror, science fiction because I can get avant-garde with those performances in those movies.

I'm always singing and dancing and getting up in people's faces.